What I'm most struck by this year is how long it's been. The little baby who I came home to hug, who I pushed around the neighborhood under that impossible blue sky, who forced me to turn off the television and focus on my life... he's now in second grade, and asking me hard questions.
The hearing I was at on the hill was delayed because of the remembrance ceremony, and while we were waiting, people started telling their "where I was" stories. I do think there's something very powerful about this shared experience, but I'm also glad that my children won't have these stories to tell.
I do want to make it over to the Pentagon memorial at some point. But not on a day when it's full of politicians and cameras.
Other's posts today: